- Location
- Argentina
*Surprised Tiamat*
I blame you, Crake.
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A Sword Without a Hilt: A Song of Ice and Fire/D&D 3.5 Crossover
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Goldfish
Friendly Spider-Fish Abomination
- Location
- Formerly of the Far Realm
Sounds like you might need a graduation gift soon... 🥳Nay.
I have a graduate paper to write and only a few months to.
If I start doing even moreshitthings like drawing I am screwed!
Notion's heartily appreciated, though.
G'night all.
[X] Azel
So will swearing this oath technically require us to break our current ones with the OG, or does the fact that they begin and end before we swore the ones we currently hold mean we can get away with it?
I'd assume that the subjective timeline would be the deciding one, but the OG do like Viserys a lot so it's not totally impossible that they'd allow loophole abuse.
I'd assume that the subjective timeline would be the deciding one, but the OG do like Viserys a lot so it's not totally impossible that they'd allow loophole abuse.
- Location
- Texas
- Pronouns
- He/Him
[X] Azel
Crake
I AM THE STORM THAT IS APPROACHING
- Location
- USA
We're not swearing any Oath, my friend. We are altering a energy-channeling Pact that the Ironborn made with the Drowned God, to instead funnel that energy which would have powered a Hammer of the Waters equivalent spell, into our future Imperial Deity.
The onus is not on Viserys, but rather manipulating the onus of keeping that pact between the Drowned God and the Ironborn, and twisting it so that it translates into the ID 'inheriting' that power as part of a transference of oaths.
Doesn't the path of inheritance option describe it as taking part in the oath taking? I thought the plan here was to insert ourselves as an ironborn leader to swear a subtly poisoned oath on their behalf.
Even if we do it disguised as a raider we'd still be the one actually making the oath.
Ace of Scarabs
Mechanoid Pilot
- Location
- Singapore
[X] Azel
egoo
Totally Not Creating Problems Where None Existed
- Location
- Russia
- Location
- Germany
- Location
- Germany
I don't think will get anything better done in time, so here is the current draft:
From the sky came the wind, but our sails did not tear.
From the trees came the blight, but we did not fear.
This land is now ours, our victory here.
For windswept and blighted, yet to our hearts dear.
Iron calls iron. So we swear.
Our blood is the water of the sea.
Our blood bears iron and so do we.
By blood we have claimed what we see.
So that forever, our blood will be.
Iron begets iron. So we plea.
No greenlanders we are. We will not sow.
No kneelers we are. We will not bow.
But to those we pledge, who dwell below.
To their halls, our souls shall go.
Iron takes iron. So we vow.
Beneath the waves, our masters lie.
Who bind us in chains not seen with the eye.
For them we will toil. For them we will die.
To their will we bind us, to serve, not defy.
Iron binds iron. So we testify.
But despair not when you see us on this ledge.
Through hardship, we will hone our edge.
Through strife, our people shall fledge.
From despair, strength we will dredge.
Iron sharpens iron. So we pledge.
The day will come when shackles break.
When from our nightmares, we will wake.
When ships of iron will make their halls shake.
When a new vow we willingly take.
Iron breaks iron. So is our fate.
So, hear our vows. Know our will.
Serve we may now, our voices still.
But one day, your blood we will spill.
Greater we will be, when we drank our fill.
Iron forges iron. So is our will.
From the sky came the wind, but our sails did not tear.
From the trees came the blight, but we did not fear.
This land is now ours, our victory here.
For windswept and blighted, yet to our hearts dear.
Iron calls iron. So we swear.
Our blood is the water of the sea.
Our blood bears iron and so do we.
By blood we have claimed what we see.
So that forever, our blood will be.
Iron begets iron. So we plea.
No greenlanders we are. We will not sow.
No kneelers we are. We will not bow.
But to those we pledge, who dwell below.
To their halls, our souls shall go.
Iron takes iron. So we vow.
Beneath the waves, our masters lie.
Who bind us in chains not seen with the eye.
For them we will toil. For them we will die.
To their will we bind us, to serve, not defy.
Iron binds iron. So we testify.
But despair not when you see us on this ledge.
Through hardship, we will hone our edge.
Through strife, our people shall fledge.
From despair, strength we will dredge.
Iron sharpens iron. So we pledge.
The day will come when shackles break.
When from our nightmares, we will wake.
When ships of iron will make their halls shake.
When a new vow we willingly take.
Iron breaks iron. So is our fate.
So, hear our vows. Know our will.
Serve we may now, our voices still.
But one day, your blood we will spill.
Greater we will be, when we drank our fill.
Iron forges iron. So is our will.
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Part MMMDCCI: In the Scales of Fate and Fortune
In the Scales of Fate and Fortune
Elsewhere, Elsewhen
The second option you dismiss almost out of hand for its obvious flaw. The apostate thus made would be at the mercy of any further scrutiny by the Deep Ones and absent any protection save his new patron. The Ferryman does not possess any domain of secrecy or deception and his influence would wane in the years to come. However, the first option gets a touch more attention for its simplicity, find the architect of the oath-making and kill it. Seeking it in its own domain would not be easy of course, but with the aid of Aife's connection to the sea and Qyburn's insights you are confident it can be done. Ser Richard is in favor of this option, but in the end the six of you decide against it. A flaw writ in blood might be erased. This will take a subtler hand, and perhaps a bolder one...
What wonders might a god unborn, a god who is but a vessel for your Empire, do with all this power? Your hand reaches for the Well of Eternity, still warm with stolen power under your fingers. Something amusing occurs to you there in the dark, below the weight of cursed ages. "We can make Tiamat's fall preordained."
Lya snorts with startled laughter and even Aife gives what one might consider an approving purr.
"We need to make it to Old Wyk then," Lya says after a moment. "That is where the oath was forged, not in Harlaw. This is the place where the old way was broken... er, the older way. The Ironborn could do with more specific terms."
Qyburn motions to his many eyed puppet. "Do we dig?"
"No," you shake your head. "This place is a tunnel in time as much as space. We can't afford to lose our way again. What if we end up before the coming of men, or after the arrival of the Andals..."
"So we need to get to the surface," one of the twins hisses. "Does anyone know what we should look like so as to not draw undue attention, or should we just stay unseen?"
"It's a battlefield up there, there will be eyes on it and not just the sort you can check with common glamors," Ser Richard points out. "We need to look the part... scavengers. There's always their ilk after a fight."
The two myrkdreki share a long look. "We'll be crows. Better to keep to the air."
***
Landing, Harlaw, Before the Rise of Valyria
As you rise above the earth, breaking the flickering rune circle, you feel somehow too heavy for the air around you, as though the world itself might break from an errand wingbeat. Even the sour smell of blood and rot seems distant, the caws of ravens barely heard. Bronze gleams among splintered stone and pale bone hewed from flesh. For the beginning of the age of reaping and reaving the battlefield seems surprisingly untouched by the victor's pillaging.
The dead are also thankfully quite willing to talk, to find any trace vengeance on their treacherous kin. And so you learn their names, chieftains and captains, would-be Salt and Rock Kings and newcomers from the mainland hoping to make a name for themselves, traitors to kith and kin. These names are unfamiliar to you, giving lie to the pride of Houses yet unborn.
All save for one that is, Urras the Old, Urras the Grey, him Crowned In Serpent's Teeth, slayer of the Great Nagga. It takes you a moment to translate the word you had the only previously heard in the tongue of Valyria, and the wordless thought-forms of the serpentfolk. Some ophidian demigod graced with power and wisdom, with magic, a king among its own kin before the coming of men to the islands.
"Looks like we found the Grey King," Lya concludes, fascinated by the snippet of history that she had extracted from cold bones as she was horrified at the implications of ancient slaughter. Aife can shed no answers on the matter, though perhaps there is another who might answer her questions and aid you in your deceptions. One who was here as long as the world.
What do you do?
[] Try to contact Yss to learn more of the Grey King and his most famous victim
-[] Write in what to say
[] No sense in causing more ripples than you must, continue with the plan of finding 'loyal' Ironborn to impersonate
-[] Write in now (optional)
[] Write in
OOC: You know Yss' name and have been in the presence of his avatar so you can miracle up a Commune on target if you need to.
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You can try, you know where the Grey King's hall is if nothing else.
Goldfish
Friendly Spider-Fish Abomination
- Location
- Formerly of the Far Realm
Here's an edited version of the chapter, DP.
- Location
- United States
This feels weird. Every greed-dream I've ever had about ASOIAF is at my fingertips. We could steal the Crown of Stars from Hugor of the Hill, and the god-forged armors of his sons. The Mirror-Shield of Serwyn. Etc etc.
We could go back to steal as many books from the Citadel as possible before the Archmaesters go on their book-burning spree.
I want to abuse this.
- Location
- Germany
Not made yet.
We are in really, really ancient times right now, not even 100% it's after the Long Night (it propably is, but I'm not sure).
Every bit of Andal-loot is yet unworked ore in the earth.
The Citadel might yet be only the future ravenry, some pirate-lords mini-keep, ages before any books come there.
To loot all you want to loot we would have to take the slow way into the future, stay here and live through it.
This feels weird. Every greed-dream I've ever had about ASOIAF is at my fingertips. We could steal the Crown of Stars from Hugor of the Hill, and the god-forged armors of his sons. The Mirror-Shield of Serwyn. Etc etc.
We could go back to steal as many books from the Citadel as possible before the Archmaesters go on their book-burning spree.
I want to abuse this.
Time can be a fragile thing. Willfully making paradoxes is probably not a good idea, especially considering what Viserys is.Mythic characters have more weight that random schmucks who find themselves entangled in time.
- Location
- United States
It's just a flight of fancy on my part. It comforts me that even if it's not the greatest idea it's still possible to blithely ignore time and loot every artifact there ever was.